𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗸𝗮-𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲:
❝𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘳𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦
𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘦?❞
𝘁𝗮𝗲𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗲:
❝𝘺𝘦𝘴❞
or nineteen boys are split into three groups for a project. what could go wrong? apparent...
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iMessage chat between Lele 💘 + Jisungie 💯
Jisungie 💯 Chenle? Are you okay? I'm worried about you... you're not at school today are you okay?
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Did...did you block my number? Lele?
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Taeyong's suspension was a weird one. He wasn't allowed to have anything to do with the project, but he was allowed to one class per day. He thought it was rather stupid.
Drearily walking into his classroom, books clutched to his chest, Taeyong shot one last longing look over his shoulder at Jaehyun who was already making his way to his own class. Taeyong heaved a heavy sigh—slugging himself over to his seat in the back corner of the bleak maths room.
Taeyong hated maths, just why was it the class he had to attend? On Valentine's Day of all days? Well, he didn't have a lover, so Valentine's Day was pointless to him.
Sighing deeply, he sank down in his seat. Students began to file into the classroom, and he felt his anxiety start to choke him. His heart dropped to his feet when someone sat in the seat beside him.
With all the moping around he was doing, he completely forgot that Yuta was in all his classes, and that he sat next to him in all those classes.
He glanced warily out the corner of his eye to look at the Japanese boy beside him. Yuta didn't even glance in his direction, his head down as he stared blankly at the empty desk before him. His shaggy light brown hair fell across his face, hiding his eyes from the older male.
Taeyong frowned, noticing how pale Yuta's skin was. It had been two days since the two had spoken at all.
Yuta did not look up once, not even to acknowledge the teacher. Taeyong frowned.
I really am toxic, aren't I?
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The lesson ended, and still Yuta had not looked at Taeyong. When the bell rung, the Japanese male sluggishly stood, grabbing his bag and leaving.
Taeyong scrambled to shove his things in his bag, rushing out of the classroom to confront Yuta. They had dance together now.
